Bottle of Wine half full he brings
one-half full of lover's poison
Bringing on a rush of sin
warning off the fears within

The other half, an empty mix
of foolish lies and lonliness
and yet some comfort still exists
In solitude and painful bliss

He holds me close, his teeth are fangs
He lets me go, I cry in chains
and in our passion, my utter pain
memories come back again

I speak no words, just give a glance
and silently relive the ancient past
All while trembling and breathing fast
Once again, I put down the glass.